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"They ain't no use to be leave-en."

"There's a use," Mr. Munn said slowly, "I think."

The other man got up from the floor, where he had been
lying. " Naw-----" he began, " naw-----"

"Yes," Mr. Munn replied.

No one spoke for a moment. The insects made their dry,
rasping, continuous sound off in the trees by the lane.

" If Dellie will give me those pones left over from supper,
And maybe a little bacon." He stopped, then went on: " I'm
going now."

"I'll fix you sumthen, 111 cook you-----" She rose from

her chair, and stood there uncertainly, not finishing her sen-
tence. " You're not a-leave-en," she said, then.

" Thank you," Mr. Munn answered. " I'll just take those
corn pones, and be going."

"Is hit in you?" Willie Proudfit demanded. "Set in yore

" It's set in my mind," Mr. Munn replied.

"You shore?"

"I decided this afternoon. I was waiting," Mr. Munn said,
"till dark." He moved past them into the house, and started
groping his way across the room. Willie Proudfit followed
him blunderingly. Then a match spurted, and the dark
leaped back, shrivelling suddenly back from the flame in
Willie Proudfit's fingers. He lighted the lamp.

He followed Mr, Munn on back into the little lean-to room,
and stood there, holding the lamp.

"I just wanted to get a few things," Mr. Munn explained,
almost apologetically; "those handkerchiefs you got for me
over at Thebes, and a few things."

"Hit ain't-----" Willie Proudfit started. He was studying

the flame of the lamp in his hand, watching its small waver-
ings. "Hit ain?t what I said this mornen?"

"That?   Fd forgotten that."

" My house is yore'n to rest in, Perse."

"I know it," Mr. Munn said.   "It wasn't that."

The other man seemed unable to withdraw his gaze from